Duke
Then tell me – who it was?
Filth Messenger
Sire, of those who stood upon Isaiah's walls, three have been
hot to death.
Duke
That is where,
Isaiah's wall? -
Count Andrea was stationed with his troops.
'Tis he?
Fifth Messenger
We saw him hours before
In the same place standing erect.
He was the first at whom they aimed, he quickly fell.
Duke
You too, before me? (Pause) Princesco, go there
To Isaiah’s gate, I confide it to you and
The too early orphaned trop—you shall lead them!
Zoday’s calamity meant more to you than all others.
(Exit Princesco)
But ye, to whom the city is entristed,
Till others come, no longer I and you,
I command you, at down, in the first
Rays of the sum, which shall bid fairewell, to him
place the body of this believed post
In the tomb of the Bentivoglio.
The short time,
And this one with him!
That she fluttered in the light of day,
Means nothing now—she died with him.
He loved her, he died, because he lived her,
So is she honored, above all women!
cosini
The sun is rising!
Duke
The day has come.
And in like splendor we go out,
As a year ago we went forthwith the same splendor
To longed for foreign lands,
Surrounded by unght sunshine, as if
The down itself fremed a stately gateway
As an entrance to the world,
Which received us so joyfully.
As if rejoizing in its own greatness.
Todayno long road la before us,
Then tell me – who it was?
Filth Messenger
Sire, of those who stood upon Isaiah's walls, three have been
hot to death.
Duke
That is where,
Isaiah's wall? -
Count Andrea was stationed with his troops.
'Tis he?
Fifth Messenger
We saw him hours before
In the same place standing erect.
He was the first at whom they aimed, he quickly fell.
Duke
You too, before me? (Pause) Princesco, go there
To Isaiah’s gate, I confide it to you and
The too early orphaned trop—you shall lead them!
Zoday’s calamity meant more to you than all others.
(Exit Princesco)
But ye, to whom the city is entristed,
Till others come, no longer I and you,
I command you, at down, in the first
Rays of the sum, which shall bid fairewell, to him
place the body of this believed post
In the tomb of the Bentivoglio.
The short time,
And this one with him!
That she fluttered in the light of day,
Means nothing now—she died with him.
He loved her, he died, because he lived her,
So is she honored, above all women!
cosini
The sun is rising!
Duke
The day has come.
And in like splendor we go out,
As a year ago we went forthwith the same splendor
To longed for foreign lands,
Surrounded by unght sunshine, as if
The down itself fremed a stately gateway
As an entrance to the world,
Which received us so joyfully.
As if rejoizing in its own greatness.
Todayno long road la before us,